The Rejected Female Alpha 🔞

Kabanata 6: Bound

"Hey, w-hy do you want t-o, to kill me?" I asked, just for the sake of speaking.

For a moment I thought he was really going to kill me, although he didn’t. Instead, the man threw his shirt at me after ripping the hem and then he tied my wrist and began leading me somewhere.

The man did not answer and continued to push me forward. My arms bound behind me feels off and the feeling of his wet clothes sticking to my skin feels unfamiliar.

It was big and long enough to cover up to the middle of my thigh.

"Hey, yo, nigga, mate, pal, pre?"

I was not expecting an answer either so I did not mind his silence.

"Where are you d-ragging me? I me-an, you're, oh, we're not lost right?"

I chatter, fully exercising my ability to speak, while thinking of another matter.

"B-ut you know- ow," I stumbled as my legs feel weak but manageable.

The man pulled the cloth wrapped around my wrist preventing my fall. I frowned, the pull feels intentional.

I kicked the dried wood, which nearly made me kiss the ground, away. After steadying my body I obediently marched forward, feeling the mud sticking to my bare feet.

"As I-I was saying, you know it's quite r-ude to strangle a sleeping person out of nowhere. You're lucky I'm not an impulsive p-erson 'cause if I am I would have slit your thr-oat as soon as I opened my eyes."

It took a while for me to recover that I have shifted into my human form. The glee I felt was indescribable.

After years of not being able to talk, I have this urge to speak as much as I can until my jaw breaks. At first, my words were slurred but as we went on my speech became smoother.

The words rolling out my tongue made me wonder if miracles can also happen to me. It feels weird.

"Deep d-own, you must be enjoy-ing my sweet voice. Ri-nging by your ear-s lulling you to sweet-sweet dr-eams," I fussed.

My words were cut off as we stood before a dilapidated cabin. Wearing a brown shirt with the hem torn, I tilted my head back at him.

Without saying a word, the man roughly dragged me with him. We passed by a fallen door and were welcomed with a somewhat familiar sight.

"Do you recognize him?"

I squinted my eyes and shook the sticky hair partially blocking my eyes.

The light rain slips from the holes on the roof, making the ground wet. The floor is made of dirt and with the leaking roof the ground turned was muddy. The walls are also full of varying sized holes giving the wet wind an easy entry.

My sight landed on a man lying on the ground. The man pale and unmoving, covered with a coarse cloth with only his face visible

I feel lightheaded. My stomach feels uncomfortable, something feels stuck at the back of my throat.

"T-that--"

Goosebumps rose from my exposed skin. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him as if I was compelled. A sharp ringing sound assaulted my ears.

"Wo-woo-"

My knees gave out and slumped directly on the wet floor. I want to cover my mouth but my hands are bound. I unconsciously bent over, turned my back and began vomiting.

'Why?'

What is happening to me? Why am I reacting this way?

Tears gathered at my eyes, threatening to fall any second. I stared directly at the ground as my wet hair covered my sight from the body.